Wednesday, August 11, 2010

MY FIRST THEME THURSDAY

MR MEADOW MET HIS MATCH

Mr Meadow saw what loomed like a huge black cloud descending upon his little settlement, his "place" of the evening. The wispy wetness blurred into what resembled a gigantic human hand, palm facing him. Moving slowly, like a shadow in the dark night, it struggled to keep itself between Mr Meadow and the lamp ("lamp", same four letters..extra credit, maybe l'll be allowed back next week? If I clasp my palms together in supplication?)...this lamp, a light source, is what gave the puffiness its palminess.

On with our story, boys and girls:

As Mr Meadow crawled around the table, to evade perceived danger, he felt the friendly fibers of the carpet--this time, impeding his rush to escape. He felt the stickiness, did Mr Meadow, his legs were seemingly without power to move away from this now room-filling palm of cloudiness. Those hairs on his face stood straight out in the coldest of fear, that life, so dear, was about to be terminated.

At that singular moment, two things simultaneously occurred. Mr meadow knew his demise was imminent...at the exact same time he heard the voice pierce the cloudy airless area. "I've finally got close enough to spray you, you damn PALMEADOW!"

24 comments:

haha. you are a nut steve...we used to get invaded by those when we live in tampa...i was feeling a bit like...mickey mouse in thejack and the beanstalk....happy tt! glad you jumped in and put a smiles on my face...

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Palmetto bug is the "American Roach", a hardy creature which has survived many world-changing events. Like ice ages, flooding ages, etc., etc. that's why Syd (above) knows from research that the palmetto will be here long after we and every other living creature is gone.

Great writing there steveroni, I was wondering too what kind of bug that was, now the recesses of my mind remembers way back when I was in NY on the east coast those horrid nasty bugs you needed a base ball bat to kill them with, --Woody Allen in a scene from Annie Hall..

nice one steve!we don't have lots of frightening bugs in germany - but we had lots of cockroaches when i was in sydney...and i hate themoff-topic: you have my blog on your blogroll but you're none of my followers - maybe that's by accident - and in this case, i thought i tell you...grin..and in case you don't wanna follow, i'm not at all offended - like you anyway...Lidia ;o)

Steveroni, I absolutely loved this! You know... what I liked best... though... and I have to say this... was your pause right in the middle of the story... and "On with our story...". That was highly original, and I felt like I was sitting there with you and with a huge group of people and you were telling us this story.

It's awesome to be reading you again, Steve. You are one of those people I miss immensely when I'm away... just so you know. ;-)

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